The beige cloaked figure was wrapped from head to toe in fabric, covered against the sandstorms that often and unexpectedly whipped up on the planet Jakku. Site of a long ago battle between the former Empire and the Rebellion against it, Jakku was a graveyard for ships of all sizes.

And while the planet was nothing but a sand covered dustbowl due to the ecological disaster the battle had wrought, scavengers still crawled over the wrecks, the recycling effort of thousands just enough to eke out some sort of existence in the midst of the desert. Some died. Others left - to try their luck elsewhere. There were always more who came, landing on Jakku as a last resort, a final step in a life gone wrong.

Crawling over the hulk of a Mon Cal mid-size capital ship, this scavenger was nimble and surefooted as they ascended higher and higher. Access to the bridge was impossible from the inside of the wreckage, and so they were attempting to find a way in from above.